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such deference for the past three years-was having an affair wit

during our anni

y situation. Three years of marriage, and under the crushing weight of Abigail Davis's expectations, we had been drowning in i

othing more. But that didn't mean I hadn't hoped for something sweeter. Of course I had wa

him, yes-but she had loved Benjamin more. Benjamin had outshone him in looks, talent, capability, even f

axed atmosphere might bring us closer, maybe even improve our chances of conceiving. But before we could so

, searching for my husband. And there it wa

... I'm al

bathroom door handle, beca

s wife. James'

ion, James's voice followed: "Wait

was-my husband-on a video call with his brother's wife, bot

is head jutted down to the sink, his dick

r legs sprawled out while she dug her fingers into

liation washed over me

d never been able to co

had been busy fucki

ith a contempt that shattered her usual mask of elegance and gr

e easily, without hesitation. "Wren's just a burden Grandfather saddled me with. Years

omised, I'd have divorced her ages ago. You're th

y eyes. I couldn'

the do

lthy ba

ne behind his back. His eyes went wide-he h

pointed at them, my voice

of the calming tea-my knees buckled. I crum

ally bright, sunlight filtering through the wi

a dull throb pounded through my head,

ain. This time, my

ching me with an unblinking stare. "Hey," he mu

s. I clamped my mouth shut, fighting the ur

dirty hands. I'm telling everyone-you've been fuckin

cence and wounded confusion. "I haven't left your side since you passed out from seasick

g across his face

night, I c

been right here watching over you until just now. And you're accus

, congratulations on waking up. Mr. Davis has been by y

, then at James's back

ast ni

day, hit your head. That migh

not been cheating with his sister-in-law afte

otherwise? Why did I recoil from

p quickly, and something flickered i

watched as the phone slippe

trembling. "Wren... our tri

njamin's been i